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This fan fiction is the collaborative work of UniversalForce (go check out her profile) and AngelicSpring.
Huge thanks to: Rouma Hassit, Volcanic Lily, BeautifulLove13 and IceHeartEli. Much Love, Peace Out! XD
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SILVER (noun): soft, white, lustrous transition metal, it has the highest electrical conductivity of any element and the highest thermal conductivity of any metal with the chemical symbol Ag and atomic number 47.
Branch Clue: Ekaterina
/Silver is a symbol for strength because this metal withstands abuse, weathering, and even heat. Nevertheless, it can still be molded into desired forms./
Strength. Such an odd word. Eight letters. One syllable. S-T-R-E-N-G-T-H.
I thought we could make it. I thought we could finish the hunt with flying colors just like we always we do in every contest we join.
I felt it... the very same feeling I get whenever we walk up on any stage, letting the applause swallow us. I felt strong, the immeasurable strength coursing through my veins like adrenaline. We give them our best smiles, not too wide to look like complete weirdos, not too thin to look like arrogant jerks. I felt that way when the three of us accepted Grace Cahill's challenge.
That's the last thing I remember – me reminiscing our moments of utter glory and praises – as the light suddenly comes rushing in and I thought it would permanently blind me. I heard bloodcurdling screams from voices I've been with ever since I could remember. Ned's... Ted's... – Was that mine? I didn't know. Everything was too painful. There was fire, pure agony. My arms felt like they were being run over a bus, my chest being submerged into a boiling pit of acid, my legs continuously sliced through with double-edged swords. How could I be so aware of the pain? For the last time, I opened my eyes, seeing my brothers crumpled on the ground. I tried to crawl towards them when suddenly huge falling debris blocked them from my view.
I thought we could make it. I thought we could finish the hunt with flying colors just like we always we do in every contest we join.
I chose the darkness. It was less confusing.
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Her long bridal gown trailed behind her as she treaded the red carpet slowly. Her hands shook as she nervously clutched the bouquet, a combination of yellow tulips and white roses. She saw the auburn-haired boys in front of the aisle standing next to the man she vowed forever with. Both of them waved at her, mouthing that she should probably walk faster. She smiled, resisting the urge to bite her lip so as not to make a smudge of her bright pink lip gloss.
His breath caught in his throat as he took her appearance in. He smoothed his tuxedo, keeping his hands busy to keep them from shaking. When she finally reached him, he gave her his arm to hold on to and grinned. "I love you," he whispers, stroking her face gently with his other hand. "That's why we're here," she answered, laughing softly.
The rite was simple, very predictable, until the exchanging of vows started.
Sinead started, keeping her voice from shaking.
I, Sinead Haverford Starling, take you to be my friend, my lover, the father of my children and my husband. I will be yours in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness. As I place it on your finger, I commit my heart and soul to you. I ask you to wear this ring as a reminder of the vows we have spoken today, our wedding day. This silver ring means so much to me because silver is a symbol of myself. Just like silver, you know how I have withstood abuse, weathering and heat in many ways unimaginable. And yet here I stand hoping that you would take me as I am a stronger silver than before ready to be molded as your friend, your wife and the mother of your children.
As they leaned for the kiss that would transcend time, people were left silently wondering what she meant with her vows. Our bride and groom were far too bliss to care.
/Silver is a symbol for strength because this metal withstands abuse, weathering, and even heat. Nevertheless, it can still be molded into desired forms./
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Characters: Sinead S., unknown character
Author: AngelicSpring
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